"Ruoyun, how are you here?"
In just an instant of distraction, Lin Zifeng's consciousness recovered. In front of him, the same forest appeared, the sky still dim with dusk.
But unlike before, standing where the Heavenly Painting Halberd once was turned into the graceful figure of Mu Ruoyun!
At this moment, the anxious expression on Mu Ruoyun's beautiful face was evident as she urgently said, "Master Zifeng, whatever you do, don't agree with him—he is your..."
Before the oriole-like words were finished, the scene in front of Lin Zifeng suddenly twisted, and Mu Ruoyun's anxious face became blurred.
Everything around twisted, and in Lin Zifeng's ears, deafening sounds arose as the violent noises in his mind, dormant and dispersing, slowly climbed up again.
"Ah..."
In just a moment of pain, Lin Zifeng's eyes became blood-red again, the twisted vision slowly returned to normal, and what appeared to his sight was the tip of the Heavenly Painting Halberd, filled with red glimmer.
